Well I wrote a poem today. Not a good poem. Not even an OK poem. But still the muse was in the room. This meant I palyed hookie from my mindfulness class for which I feel guilty. I hate letting down a teacher. And it strikes me that in Quincy people just aren't very committed to anything and this includes me. Anything demanding of my attendance feels too much like church which I had way too much of growing up. Still I feel guilty for doing what I want to do. Like doing what I want is wasting my life. So there's the paradox I did what I thought I lived to do, but I feel guilty about it. I guess if the poem were really great I could justify not going to my class. But anything short of genius doesn't deserve my time and attention.
Still really? It feels good to have had the muse in the room. Maybe she'll come back and visit me again tomorrow. If in addition to this blog I leave an half hour for the muse I might make some progress in turtle steps. How will I know if I don't try? Living magnificently is living your life in enjoyment. My guilt is not adding to my enjoyment but my new poem is. Because I think I can do better tomorrow. I'm just warming up so to speak. Now I have to stay in the pool and do a few laps. I could even go for that Epic win and finish something!
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